The aroma of rain hitting heated asphalt rushes up to me. As I stare at the road, I swear I can see the drops evaporate as soon as they touch the earth. The intensity of the downpour rapidly increases. I hold out my hands to catch the large drips falling from above, the coolness of them tickling my skin. It’s finally raining.
It hasn’t rained in 2 years. I run around the street with my arms outstretched, overwhelmed and lost in my own world. I spin around, searching for any sign of others. Something is wrong. I now realise that I should’ve stayed at home. I should have listened to my brother.
The once solid land, which lay beneath my feet, starts to implode. Beginning to panic, I dash down the street. When I get the chance, I glance back at the now-ending world. I turn my focus back to the rhythm of my feet and try to steady my breathing.
As I turn right, I can see a crack in the road ahead of me. There’s nothing I can do now, because I am now surrounded. I pick up my pace, readying myself for something that may be fatal. It doesn’t take long to reach crack.
My feet hit the edge and I spring up with all of my power. One foot gets caught on the ledge of the giant abyss. As I fall, I can see my life coming to an end. My body jolts as something fastens its grip on my wrist. I stare up, to see my brother there, staring down at me with a smug look on his face.
I heave myself up and we fall into an embrace. I wish I could stay like this. Forever safe within his grasp.
